"The world is wide enough for us both, good sir--"
"It is!" was the prompt reply. "And it lies before you, Isaac. Go where you like, for the little town of Farnborough is not wide enough for me and any man that works my business for his own pocket--"
"But this is not enmity, sir."
Meadows gave a coarsish laugh. "You are hard to please," cried he. "I think you will find it is enmity."
"Nay! sir, this is but matter of profit and loss. Well, let me stay, and I promise you shall gain and not lose. Our people are industrious and skillful in all bargains, but we keep faith and covenant. So be it. Let us be friends. I covenant with you, and I swear by the tables of the law, you shall not lose one shilling per annum by me."
"I"ll trust you as far as I can fling a bull by the tail. You gave me your history--take mine. I have always put my foot on whatever man or thing has stood in my way. I was poor, I am rich, and that is my policy."
"It is frail policy," said Isaac, firmly. "Some man will be sure to put his foot on you, soon or late."
"What, do you threaten me?" roared Meadows.
"No, sir," said Isaac, gently but steadily. "I but tell you what these old eyes have seen in every nation, and read in books that never lie.
Goliath defied armies, yet he fell like a pigeon by a shepherd-boy"s sling. Samson tore a lion in pieces with his hands, but a woman laid him low. No man can defy us all, sir! The strong man is sure to find one as strong and more skillful; the cunning man one as adroit and stronger than himself. Be advised, then, do not trample upon one of my people.
Nations and men that oppress us do not thrive. Let me have to bless you.
An old man"s blessing is gold. See these gray hairs. My sorrows have been as many as they. His share of the curse that is upon his tribe has fallen upon Isaac Levi." Then, stretching out his hands with a slight but touching gesture, he said, "I have been driven to and fro like a leaf these many years, and now I long for rest. Let me rest in my little tent, till I rest forever. Oh! let me die where those I loved have died, and there let me be buried."
Age, sorrow, and eloquence pleaded in vain, for they were wasted on the rocks of rocks, a strong will and a vulgar soul. But indeed the whole thing was like epic poetry wrestling with the _Limerick Chronicle_ or _Tuam Gazette_.
I am almost ashamed to give the respectable western brute"s answer.
"What! you quote Scripture, eh? I thought you did not believe in that.
Hear t"other side. Abraham and Lot couldn"t live in the same place, because they both kept sheep, and we can"t, because we fleece "em.
So Abraham gave Lot warning as I give it you. And as for dying on my premises, if you like to hang yourself before next Lady-day, I give you leave, but after Lady-day no more Jewish dogs shall die in my house nor be buried for manure in my garden."
Black lightning poured from the old Jew"s eyes, and his pent-up wrath burst out like lava from an angry mountain.
"Irreverent cur! do you rail on the afflicted of Heaven? The Founder of your creed would abhor you, for He, they say, was pitiful. I spit upon ye, and I curse ye. Be accursed!" And flinging up his hands, like St.
Paul at Lystra, he rose to double his height and towered at his insulter with a sudden Eastern fury that for a moment shook even the iron Meadows. "Be accursed!" he yelled again. "Whatever is the secret wish of your black heart Heaven look on my gray hairs that you have insulted, and wither that wish. Ah, ah!" he screamed, "you wince. All men have secret wishes--Heaven fight against yours. May all the good luck you have be wormwood for want of that--that---that--that. May you be near it, close to it, upon it, pant for it, and lose it; may it sport, and smile, and laugh, and play with you till Gehenna burns your soul upon earth!"
The old man"s fiery forked tongue darted so keen and true to some sore in his adversary"s heart that he in turn lost his habitual self-command.
White and black with pa.s.sion he wheeled round on Isaac with a fierce snarl, and lifting his stick discharged a furious blow at his head.
Fortunately for Isaac wood encountered leather instead of gray hairs.
Attracted by the raised voices, and unseen in their frenzy by either of these antagonists, young George Fielding had drawn near them. He had, luckily, a stout pig-whip in his hand, and by an adroit turn of his muscular wrist he parried a blow that would have stopped the old Jew"s eloquence perhaps forever. As it was, the corn-factor"s stick cut like a razor through the air, and made a most musical whirr within a foot of the Jew"s ear. The basilisk look of venom and vengeance he instantly shot back amounted to a stab.
"Not if I know it," said George. And he stood cool and erect with a calm manly air of defiance between the two belligerents. While the stick and the whip still remained in contact, Meadows glared at Isaac"s champion with surprise and wrath, and a sort of half fear half wonder that this of all men in the world should be the one to cross weapons with and thwart him. "You are joking, Master Meadows," said George coolly. "Why the man is twice your age, and nothing in his hand but his fist. Who are ye, old man, and what d"ye want? It"s you for cursing, anyway."
"He insults me," cried Meadows, "because I won"t have him for a tenant against my will. Who is he? A villainous old Jew."
"Yes, young man," said the other, sadly, "I am Isaac Levi, a Jew. And what is your religion" (he turned upon Meadows)? "It never came out of Judea in any name or shape. D"ye call yourself a heathen? Ye lie, ye cur; the heathen were not without starlight from heaven; they respected sorrow and gray hairs."
"You shall smart for this. I"ll show you what my religion is," said Meadows, inadvertent with pa.s.sion, and the corn-factor"s fingers grasped his stick convulsively.
"Don"t you be so aggravating, old man," said the good-natured George, "and you, Mr. Meadows, should know how to make light of an old man"s tongue; why it"s like a woman"s, it"s all he has got to hit with; leastways you mustn"t lift hand to him on my premises, or you will have to settle with me first; and I don"t think that would suit your book or any man"s for a mile or two round about Farnborough," said George with his little Berkshire drawl.
"He!" shrieked Isaac, "he dare not! see! see!" and he pointed nearly into the man"s eye, "he doesn"t look you in the face. Any soul that has read men from east to west can see lion in your eye, young man, and cowardly wolf in his."
"Lady-day! Lady-day!" snorted Meadows, who was now shaking with suppressed rage.
"Ah!" cried Isaac, and he turned white and quivered in his turn.
"Lady-day!" said George, uneasily, "Confound Lady-day, and every day of the sort--there, don"t you be so spiteful, old man--why if he isn"t all of a tremble. Poor old man." He went to his own door, and called "Sarah!"
A stout servant-girl answered the summons.
"Take the old man in, and give him whatever is going, and his mug and pipe," then he whispered her, "and don"t go lumping the chine down under his nose now."
"I thank you, young man," faltered Isaac, "I must not eat with you, but I will go in and rest my limbs which fail me, and compose myself; for pa.s.sion is unseemly at my years."
Arrived at the door, he suddenly paused, and looking upward, said:
"Peace be under this roof, and comfort and love follow me into this dwelling."
"Thank ye kindly," said young Fielding, a little surprised and touched by this. "How old are you, daddy, if you please?" added he respectfully.
"My son, I am threescore years and ten--a man of years and grief--grief for myself, grief still more for my nation and city. Men that are men pity us; men that are dogs have insulted us in all ages."
"Well," said the good-natured young man soothingly--"don"t you vex yourself any more about it. Now you go in, and forget all your trouble awhile, please G.o.d, by my fireside, my poor old man."
Isaac turned, the water came to his eyes at this after being insulted so; a little struggle took place in him, but nature conquered prejudice and certain rubbish he called religion. He held out his hand like the king of all Asia; George grasped it like an Englishman.
"Isaac Levi is your friend," and the expression of the man"s whole face and body showed these words carried with them a meaning unknown in good society.
He entered the house, and young Fielding stood watching him with a natural curiosity.
Now Isaac Levi knew nothing about the corn-factor"s plans. When at one and the same moment he grasped George"s hand, and darted a long, lingering glance of demoniacal hatred on Meadows, he coupled two sentiments by pure chance. And Meadows knew this; but still it struck Meadows as singular and ominous.
When, with the best of motives, one is on a wolf"s errand, it is not nice to hear a hyena say to the shepherd"s dog, "I am your friend," and see him contemptuously shoot the eye of a rattlesnake at one"s self.
The misgiving, however, was but momentary; Meadows respected his own motives and felt his own power; an old Jew"s wild fury could not shake his confidence.
He muttered, "One more down to your account, George Fielding," and left the young man watching Isaac"s retreating form.
George, who didn"t know he was gone, said:
"Old man"s words seem to knock against my bosom, Mr. Meadows--Gone, eh?--that man," thought George Fielding, "has everybody"s good word, parson"s and all--who"d think he"d lift his hand, leastways his stick it was and that"s worse, against a man of three score and upward--Ugh!"
thought George Fielding, yeoman of the midland counties--and unaffected wonder mingled with his disgust.
His reverie was broken by William Fielding just ridden in from Farnborough.
"Better late than never," said the elder brother, impatiently.
"Couldn"t get away sooner, George; here"s the money for the sheep, 13 pounds 10s.; no offer for the cow, Jem is driving her home."